All In: Betting on a Full House (Gambling With Love) Page 7

  "Yeah, how did you manage to get home? You were blitzed."

  Now it was my turn to blush. "Tyler and I caught a cab." And he knocked me up, I thought but didn't share.

  "So are the two of you ..." Will inquired, and his eyes lowered to the thin scrap of material between my legs.

  "Still fucking? Yes."

  "He's a good guy, and I'm sure you're more than just a fuck buddy to him." Right, I was still just Lauren's stand in.

  "Uh-huh," I responded. "Buds okay?"

  "Daughtry's would be even better," Dylan said with a big smile.

  "You guys like the local brewery?" I asked in surprise. They looked at each other and then nodded. "Huh. Daughtry Lite is my favorite too. I'll grab a round and be right back."

  I went to the bar and started to get three bottles before remembering I couldn’t drink. Fuck, part of my job involved letting men buy me drinks during the night. I went for a water instead and carried the three drinks back to the table.

  "Thanks Je- I mean Eve," Dylan cringed and caught his slip-up.

  "You're welcome." I sat down in the empty chair at their table and both of their jaws dropped.

  "What?"

  "You're going to sit with us?"

  "Ah, yeah. Is that okay or am I cramping your style?" I asked, opening my water.

  "God no," Will answered. "Staying sober tonight?" he asked, nodding to my bottle.

  "Yeah. Learned my lesson the other night. So, tell me about what you two do for a living. If I had to guess I'd say computer genius and basketball player."

  "Well, I'm nothing near a genius, but I do work with computers doing networking and internet security."

  "And unfortunately I suck at basketball. I'm working on my business admin degree at Madison," Dylan explained, the most words I'd ever heard him use.

  "The all-girl, liberal arts University?" I asked.

  "Hell yes. There are hardly any guys on campus," he said with a smile.

  "Yeah, but my sister Jules is a freshman there, and she said all the girls think he's gay," Will laughed.

  "Fuck you," Dylan snapped at Will, flipping him off.

  I couldn't help but laugh, picturing Dylan sitting in a classroom full of girls, all shy. If he had a little more confidence I could seriously see women losing their shit for the big, handsome man.

  "Well, I think I'm going to start looking for a new career."

  "What? Why? You are so fucking hot," Will said, then quickly added, "Don't tell Tyler I said that."

  I smiled at his compliment before answering. "Let's just say I'm tired of this place and want a more … dignified job."

  "That's a helluva shame for the male population in this town," Dylan remarked.

  "But seriously, I do the IT admin for a law firm that is looking for a legal assistant for one of the attorneys. If you're interested I could text you their number and information," Will offered.

  "I don’t have a bit of experience doing anything but taking my clothes off and waitressing, but I'm so desperate I'll give anything a shot."

  "Desperate?" Will asked, then looked at my water again before raising an eyebrow in question. The boy was too smart for his own good. I just hoped he didn't spill the beans.

  "Just really need a change of … scenery."

  "Right," he drawled, but he let it go and pulled out his phone. "What's your number?"

  I recited the digits then his phone dinged when he sent the message.

  "Thanks. I'll work on my resume and get it out tomorrow."

  "Good luck," he said, with a smile that implied he meant more than with the job.

  "Thanks for telling me about it. Well, I better go shake my ass and get naked if I want to make any money tonight," I told them as I stood up to leave.

  The two boys groaned, and then Dylan cleared his throat.

  "We both, um, paid for a private dance, I mean, if that's okay," he said, shocking the fuck out of me. It probably wasn't the best idea, and I knew Tyler would be pissed if he found out, but I was in desperate need of a self-esteem boost. Besides, it was my job, at least for now, and I wasn't anything but a fuck buddy to him.

  "Then what are we sitting here for? You don't mind just sharing me for twice as long do you?" I asked, then grabbed each of them by the hand when they shook their heads. They were too sweet, and I couldn't wait to try and blow their minds. They were a nice change of pace from the regular old, creepy men.

  "Hey, Tom. I know these guys, so give me thirty minutes, and tell tonight’s monitors not to freak out if they touch me, okay?" I told the security guard.

  "Sure, Eve. Have fun boys," he said flashing a smile at Will and Dylan.

  I led them into one of the smaller rooms and shut the door. "There are cameras all around and in the stereo speakers so try and keep your hands to yourselves. If you get too frisky they'll throw you out," I told them while dragging one of the chairs over to set it across from the couch so they'd both have good views.

  "So one of you on the couch and one in the chair. Now, do you want me completely naked or should I keep my bottoms on?" I asked, wondering if they'd be embarrassed.

  "You can keep the boots on," Will said as he sank down on the couch. Dylan nodded in agreement from the chair.

  "Naked it is then," I laughed, and walked up between them, throwing my hat off, and shaking my hair out.

  I reached up behind my neck to start untying my bikini top while moving my hips to the beat of Warrant's Cherry Pie that was blasting through the speakers. If I had a dollar for every time I heard this damn song ... never mind, I actually do get at least a dollar every time I hear this song.

  Standing sideways I let the small triangles of my top fall to my waist. Both of their eyes were instantly glued to my breasts, of course. I liked watching their reactions, and noticed when Will swallow hard and Dylan bite his bottom lip.

  I brought my hands up, squeezing and teasing my nipples. And damn if they weren't super sensitive too, in a good way. Probably from the pregnancy. Fuck if I didn't feel the zing of arousal all the way to my core.

  I reached around for the string tied at the center of my back, but then turned around to Dylan.

  "Will you untie my top for me?" I asked and he nodded and reached up with his big hands to pull the white string, letting my top fell to the floor. I leaned forward, with a hand on each side of Will's legs to give him a good view, which put my ass in Dylan's face as I rolled my hips. When I stood back up I grabbed my hair and pulled it off my neck, then, spreading Will's thighs with my own legs, I started dancing in between them.

  "Will, can you handle the strings on my bottoms?" I asked sweetly while I kept moving provocatively.

  "Fuck yes," he said, reaching up with a hand on each side of my hips and tugging the strings, letting my bottoms fell to the floor.

  "Thanks," I told him, now dancing completely naked in front of him except for my boots.

  I climbed up onto Will's lap, straddling his hips and rubbing my hands through his thick, curly brown hair. The move pushed my breasts together and put them right in front of his face.

  "Oh dear God," he muttered as his hands came up and grabbed my waist.

  I rolled my hips and grinded against the bulge of his zipper, making him suck in a breath, and causing a hitch in my own.

  "Are you happy to see me, Will?" I joked.

  "Yes," he answered honestly.

  I leaned backwards as far as I could go, and, feeling brazen for whatever reason, grabbed Will's hand and guided his palm down the center of my breasts, over my stomach, going lower, stopping just above my slit. His soft touch made my breath catch, and I felt pressure starting to build between my legs.

  When I raised back up Will's eyes were hooded as they looked over my body, his hands went back to my sides, sliding slowly and hesitantly down. I felt dampness between my legs and stood up quickly before I let things get out of hand with him.

  I'd lost my damn mind, and hadn't even noticed a new song was on. It was Nelly's Hot in
Here, which seemed rather appropriate. The temperature in the room seemed to have gone up at least twenty degrees.

  I took a few deep calming breaths as I turned around and moved toward Dylan. His mouth was hanging open, and the heel of his palm pushed down against the bulge in his pants. I stepped up between his long legs that were spread wide, and rubbed my hands through his sandy blonde hair. He was so tall that even sitting he was eye level with my breasts. I turned my back to him and rolled my body down, brushing my bare ass against the crotch of his jeans on the way down, and then back up again. Fuck if he wasn't hard, and I was pretty sure he was very well endowed, proportional to all that height of his.

  I turned around to climb on his lap, and since he was in a small chair, I wrapped my legs around and crossed my ankles at the back of it, then laid back with my shoulder on each of his thighs. Giving him the same treatment, I grabbed his big hand and placed it on my pelvis, dragging it up my stomach, between my breasts, to my neck, then down the same trail, rolling my back and hips on him the whole time. I gasped when his hand started following the same path all on its own.

  Before I knew what I was doing I'd pressed my breasts together, which caused his large hand to slide over them both on each pass. My pulse and breathing sped up as I arched my back in invitation. Both of Dylan’s palms reached out and cupped my breasts. I didn’t remove his hands, but let him stroke my nipples and keep right on kneading and caressing them until I couldn't hold back my moan of arousal. Desire and need pooled between my legs.

  "Fuck," Dylan groaned, his voice sounding huskier and shaky.

  I grabbed the front of his shirt to pull myself up and tried to laugh off being so turned on when I saw how red his face was. Mine was probably also flushed by now. His hands moved down to my waist and I immediately missed their intimate touch.

  I went to kiss his cheek before climbing off, but when I pulled my legs around and planted them on either side of his on the floor, my body dipped forward, causing that huge bulge underneath his zipper to push right up into my uncovered entrance. Heat erupted, sending a jolt through my body, and before I knew what was happening Dylan’s mouth was on mine. We both became desperate in our frantic pursuit of pleasure. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and my breasts flattened against his hard chest. Our hips started rocking, simulating the act our bodies were begging for.

  "Oh shit!" I barely heard Will's curse. "Tyler is going to kill you, and I am so fucking jealous."

  Dylan's hands went around my back and curled over the tops of my shoulders, pressing me down even harder on his long, hard, denim covered cock. It only took about a minute of applied pressure on my clit before I exploded, my entire body trembling in his arms, my moans escaping into his mouth.

  "Did you …?" I asked curiously a few minutes later when I was able to breath normally again, and could actually speak.

  "Yeah," he exhaled. "Best sex I've ever had."

  Laughter burst from my lips at the same time as his bubbled up out of him.

  "You've both lost your damn minds," Will muttered.

  "Is that your standard, ah, lap dance?" Dylan asked, his green eyes heavy lidded as he looked at me with a blissed out smile.

  "Hell no, but your lap is not standard, is it? And I've been on a lot of laps. How do you not have a woman, or like, ten? You're hung like a fucking horse."

  "He hasn't figured out what to do with all of it yet," Will interjected bitterly.

  "My orgasm through his clothing and I would beg to differ," I responded, making Dylan smile even wider.

  "I hope sixty seconds in heaven was worth Tyler's wrath coming down on both of you."

  "Fuck Tyler. I think I hate him right now for how he treats you, Jess. The man is a blind fucking fool," Dylan responded.

  "Well thank you, and there's nothing to worry about, Will. Tyler and I are just screwing around, and we all know that this was only about getting off and nothing more, right Dylan?"

  "Right. Believe me, I get it. Unfortunately this was a one-time only, incredible deal. However much it sucks, I get it. You and Tyler are ...."

  "She's pregnant."

  "What the fuck!" Dylan picked me up then sat me back down in the chair after he jumped out from under me like I was contagious.

  "Thanks, Will, you jackass."

  "So it's true?" Dylan asked in shock.

  "Yes, but you two have to keep your mouths shut. Even Tyler doesn't know, but hell I guess the whole club knows now."

  "I'm sorry Jess, I didn't even think about that," Will apologized.

  "It's okay, but you owe me, buddy. Now with that out of the way, I better get dressed and head back out. You guys going to stick around and watch the other routines?" I asked as I picked up my bikini top and bottoms to start tying them back on.

  "Ah, I think I need to go on home. Like soon," Dylan said, adjusting himself.

  "Aw, are you going to think about me when you jerk off tonight, Dylan?" I asked with a smile while getting my top back on.

  "Hell yes. Please don't tell Tyler that or about what just happened," he said, staring at me dressing.

  "Amen to that," Will added. "He'd kill me just for being a fucking witness."

  "What about you, Will? What are you going to do when you get home?"

  "I'm sure I'll fall right to sleep. After I take care of the raging boner I have, of course."

  "You guys are sweet," I told them.

  "I don't think what's going on in my mind, or his, is anything close to sweet," Will laughed.

  "Yeah, but it's nice to have someone actually want me for a change. Well, other than creepy, old men. Tyler still pretends I'm someone else."

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tyler

  Sunday afternoon around lunch time I finally got a text from Jess. It'd been a long couple of days and I missed her like crazy. I'd even stopped thinking about Lauren, which was a fucking miracle. Jess asked if I wanted to come over and watch more GoT reruns. Hell yes. My cock went instantly hard, thinking about being in bed with that woman, but there was still another week to go before we could even think of that. Shit, Jess may not ever want to sleep with me again after I knocked her up. Regardless, I replied in the affirmative, then quickly dressed, ringing her doorbell ten minutes later.

  Jonathan opened the door, and actually didn't look at me with disapproval.

  "Hey, Tyler," he said, then stepped back for me to come inside. "Jess is in the shower, and I'm on the way out. Good luck."

  "Good luck?" I asked.

  "Yeah. She hasn't been herself lately. She's a tad … touchy." Oh hell, he probably had no idea she'd terminated a pregnancy a few days earlier, and she'd never tell him because then he'd just feel guilty.

  "I'm sure I can handle her," I told him, and he just smirked in response before leaving.

  I decided to head to Jess's room to wait, hoping that's where I'd have the best chance of seeing her naked. I shut the door behind me then kicked my shoes off and laid down to watch the TV she'd left on. Five minutes later she came out of the master bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around her hair.

  "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, clutching her chest. "You scared the shit out of me."

  I laughed. "Sorry. Jonathan let me in on his way out."

  "No, it's fine, I justdidn’t expect you so soon." She bent over and towel dried her hair, before letting it fall to the floor. Then she was standing there naked, absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. I was out of the bed the next second kneeling before her. Grabbing her thighs I thrust my tongue between her legs.

  "Oh God, Tyler," she moaned, grabbing onto my shoulders and widening her stance to give me better access. I took that as an affirmative that this was okay.

  When her legs began to tremble I picked her up and laid her back down flat on the floor to finish her off. Her body went wild with the impending orgasm, then she was coming on my tongue. Waiting for her to recover, I kissed the inside of her thighs, then made my way up to her stomach. She squirmed, then said, "Fuck m
e, Tyler."

  I raised up to look down at her face, certain I’d misheard her She grabbed the front of my t-shirt and pulled my mouth to her hers, kissing me senseless before she repeated it.

  "Please fuck me. I'm fine."

  "Are you sure? Damn it Jess, I don't want to hurt you. Maybe we should wait."

  She groaned and reached out to unzip my pants, then grabbed my cock from my boxers. After that, all worries fled my mind and I didn't care about anything but getting inside her. She pushed my pants down my hips then rolled over onto her hands and knees. I cringed thinking about how I'd never looked her in the eyes all the times we'd fucked, and she'd noticed.

  I pulled out my wallet and tore open the condom to roll it on. Another twinge of worry that she needed to wait hit, but fled when she raised up on her knees and pushed back against me, rubbing her ass down my cock. I wrapped my arm around her waist before easing her back to the floor and entering her from behind, going slowly and gently to see if she was alright.

  "This okay?" I asked.

  She bucked her hips back against me in response. "Yes. Harder."

  "Oh hell yes." I took her at her word that she wasn't in any pain and went to it, knowing after several weeks I wouldn’t last long.

  Jess's gasps and moans escaladed, each one bringing me closer.

  "Yes! Tyler! Fuck me … harder. Ohhh!" She clenched around me, setting off my own violent orgasm that left my body draped and heavy over hers.

  "Are you okay?" I asked while we both caught her breath.

  "God yes, or did you miss the part where I just screamed when I came?"

  "You know what I mean."

  "I swear I'm fine. The only problem is now I want more."

  "More?" I asked.

  "Yes. A lot more, until you can't get it up anymore," she giggled.

  "Damn, give me a few minutes to recover, woman. Do you have condoms?"

  "Hell yes. Whole drawer full."

  "Then by God I'll fuck you until you tell me to stop, or I can't get it up anymore."

  ...

  I woke up alone in bed. Wait a second, it wasn't even my bed, so why the hell was I alone? I raised up to look at the clock that said it was eight a.m. I still had hours before I had to leave since I was on third shift this week. With a desperate need on the night shift, the department had taken me off the desk and put me back on patrol.